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No wine, no poetry, the 50 most classic drinking poems in history

How to relieve worries, only Du Kang.

In The history of China, there have been countless poets who loved wine. Wine also occupies an important place in Chinese history.

It is the confidant, a thousand words, in the wine; it is a blessing, drinking with the King, happiness and well-being.

It is both a sustenance for relieving worries and a source of happiness.

A thousand drinks, a thousand moods, these wines hidden in the poems, and the poems in the wine, which one makes you nostalgic?

No wine, no poetry, the 50 most classic drinking poems in history

《Tanka Line》

Cao Cao

Sing to wine, life is geometric!

For example, the morning dew, going to the day is more bitter.

It is unforgettable to be worried.

How to relieve worries? Only Du kang.

Qingqing Zizhen, leisurely my heart.

But for the sake of the king, he has been groaning to this day.

Yo yo deer singing, eating wild apples.

I have guests, drummers and trumpeters.

When will it be as clear as the moon?

Sorrow comes from it, and it cannot be broken.

The more strange it is, the more useless it is.

Talk about the curse, and remember the old grace.

Moon stars are rare, and black magpies fly south.

Three turns around the tree, what branches can be relied on?

The mountains are not tired of height, and the sea is not tired of being deep.

Zhou Gong spits and feeds, and the world returns to its heart.

"Will Drink"

Li bai

I don't see you,

The waters of the Yellow River rise from the sky and flow to the sea and never return.

Gao Tang Mingjing's sad white hair turned into snow at dusk.

Life must be full of joy, do not make the golden bottle empty to the moon.

I am born to be useful, and I will come back when all the money is gone.

To cook sheep and slaughter cattle for pleasure, one will have to drink three hundred cups at a time.

Cen Fuzi, Dan Qiusheng,

Will be into the wine, the glass does not stop.

With a song of Jun, please listen to it for me.

The bell and drum are not expensive enough, and I hope that I will not wake up after a long time of drunkenness.

The ancient sages were all lonely, but the drinker kept his name.

King Chen used to feast peacefully and enjoy it, fighting wine and ten thousand people's indulgences.

What the master says is less money, he must sell it to the king.com.

Five-flowered horse, thousand golden fur,

Hu'er will exchange it for fine wine and sell the eternal sorrows with Er.

《Moon-based Drink》

A pot of wine between the flowers, drinking alone without blind dates.

Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow into three people.

The moon did not drink, and the shadow disciple followed me.

Temporarily accompanied by the moon will be shadowed, happy and spring.

My song and moon linger, and my dancing shadow is chaotic.

When you wake up, you have sex with each other, and when you are drunk, you disperse.

Yongjie travels mercilessly, phased in with Yun Han.

No wine, no poetry, the 50 most classic drinking poems in history

"Ask Liu Nineteen"

Bai Juyi

Green ant new wine, red clay small stove.

Late to the day want snow, can you drink a cup of nothing?

"Send Yellow Several Times"

Huang Tingjian

I live in beihai junnanhai, sending geese to pass on the book thank you can not.

Peach and plum spring wind a glass of wine, the night rain of the rivers and lakes ten years of lights.

The family is run but has four vertical walls, and the cure is not three folded.

I want to see the reading head is white, and the ape across the creek cries miasma creek vine.

"Slow Sound"

Li Qingzhao

Seeking, cold, miserable and miserable.

When it is warm and cold, it is the most difficult to rest.

Three glasses of two light wine, how can you oppose him, and the wind is fast late?

Yan Guoye is sad, but he is an old acquaintance.

Yellow flowers pile up all over the ground.

Haggard, who can pick it up now?

Guarding the window, how can you be born black alone?

Sycamores are more drizzling, until dusk, bit by bit.

This time, what a sad word!

No wine, no poetry, the 50 most classic drinking poems in history

"Fisherman's Pride • Autumn Thoughts"

Fan Zhongyun

The scenery in the autumn is different, and the geese in Hengyang go without noticing.

The sound of the four sides is even horned, a thousand hills,

Long smoke sunset lonely city closed.

A glass of turbid wine is a thousand miles away, and Yan Ran has not returned to the house.

Qiangguan is slowly frosted all over the ground, and people do not sleep,

The general's white-haired soldiers burst into tears.

"Jiang Chengzi • Mizhou Hunting"

Su shi

The old man talked about juvenile madness, left pulling yellow, right Qingcang,

Nishiki hat mink fur, thousand riding roll Hiraoka.

In order to repay the city with Taishou, shoot the tiger and see Sun Lang.

The drunken chest is still open, the sideburns are slightly frosted, and why bother!

In the clouds, when will Feng Tang be sent?

Will draw a bow like a full moon, look northwest, shoot the wolf.

"Wangjiang Nan • Chaoran Taizuo"

Spring is not old, and the wind is fine and the willows are oblique.

Try to watch on the transcendent stage, half a trench spring water a city of flowers.

Smoke and rain darken a thousand homes.

After the cold food, the wine woke up but consulted.

Hugh thinks of his homeland and tries new tea with a new fire.

Poetry and wine take advantage of the years.

No wine, no poetry, the 50 most classic drinking poems in history

"Xi Jiang Yue • A Big Dream in the World"

The world is a big dream, how many autumn coolness will life be?

At night, the wind leaves have sounded in the gallery. Look at the sideburns of the brow.

Liquor is often worried about the few customers, and the moon is more hindered by clouds.

Mid-Autumn Festival who with the common lone light. Look north.

"Yulou Spring Scene"

Song Qi

The East Side gradually felt that the scenery was good. Wrinkled ripples welcome guests.

The green poplar smoke is cold and light, and the red apricot branches are full of spring.

Floating growth hates less fun. Ken loves Qianjin and smiles lightly.

For the king to hold the wine to persuade the sun, and to leave a late photo between the flowers.

"A Cut of Plum • Boat Across the Wu River"

Jiang Jie

A spring sorrow waiting for the wine to pour.

The boat on the river is shaking, and the curtain is moving upstairs.

Qiu Niang Du and Tai Niang Bridge,

The wind is fluttering and the rain is cold.

When will I return home to wash my robes?

Silver characters are phonological, and heart characters are incense burning.

Streamers are easy to throw people away,

Red cherries, green plantains.

No wine, no poetry, the 50 most classic drinking poems in history

"Huan Xi Sha • A Glass of New Word Wine"

Yan Shu

A glass of wine with a new song,

Last year's weather old pavilions.

When does the sun set?

Helpless flowers fall,

Déjà vu swallow returns.

The small garden incense path wanders alone.

"Heavenly Fairy • Water Tune Number Sound Holding Wine Listening"

Zhang Xian

The water tone is several times and the wine is listened to, and the afternoon drunk wakes up sadly.

When will I send Spring Back?

The evening mirror, the wounded scene, the past late empty memory province.

On the sand and on the poultry pond, the clouds break the moon to flower and shadow.

Heavy curtains to cover the lights,

The wind is uncertain, the people are quiet, and the red of the sunset should be full of paths.

"Linjiang Immortal • Night Drink Dongpo Wake Up drunk"

Night drink Dongpo woke up drunk, and returned as if three more.

The child's sniffles have thundered.

Knock on the door should not be, lean on the staff to listen to the sound of the river.

Long hate this body is not me, when to forget the camp.

The night wind is still and flat.

The boat has since passed away, and Jiang Hai has lived the rest of his life.

No wine, no poetry, the 50 most classic drinking poems in history

"Liangzhou Words"

Wang Han

Grape wine luminous glass, want to drink pipa immediately urge.

Drunkenly lying on the battlefield Jun Mo smiled, how many people did Gu Lai fight back?

"Remembrance"

Du Mu

Lulu Jiangnan carries the wine line, Chu waist slender palm light.

Ten years of Yangzhou dream, won the Qinglou Bo fortunate name.

"Jinling Liquor Store Farewell"

The wind blows willow flowers full of fragrance, and Wu Ji presses wine to invite guests to taste. sh'n

The children of Jinling came to send each other, and they wanted to do everything they wanted.

Please ask Dongliushui, don't care who is short and long.

No wine, no poetry, the 50 most classic drinking poems in history

"Water Tune Song Head • Mid-Autumn Festival"

Rice dumplings

The anvil sends the wind in a hurry, and the cockroach thinks high in autumn.

I came to the scene, not to learn Song Yu to relieve sorrow.

Pack up the desolate situation, pay the honor of the middle of the drunkenness, and feel overwhelmed.

Since there are many sentiments, the bright moon hangs on the south building.

Nostalgia, horizontal jade flute, rhymes slowly.

On a good night in the early morning, lend me this place to pour gold urns.

Cute day wind objects, leaning on the dry twelve, the universe is like a floating.

Drunk and sleepy, he did not wake up, and he lay on his pillow in the river.

"Drinking with the Ghost in the Mountains"

The two of them drank the mountain flowers, cup after cup.

I was drunk and went to sleep, and the Ming Dynasty deliberately came with the piano.

"Bodhisattva Man • Persuade the King to Be Drunk Tonight"

Wei Zhuang

Advise the king to be drunk tonight and honor the ming dynasty before talking.

Cherish the heart of the master, and the wine is also deeply affectionate.

Must worry about the spring leakage short, Mo sue the golden cup full.

When you meet wine and hehe, life can be geometric.

No wine, no poetry, the 50 most classic drinking poems in history

"Bodhisattva Man • New Cold Wine Knocking on the Window Rain"

Naranjande

The wine in the new cold knocks on the window rain, and the residual fragrance is fine and the autumn mood is fine.

Only then did he hurt his spirits, and his green shirt was wet.

Boredom into a solitary bed, fingers flickering.

Remember when Beyi, peach blossom willow wansi.

"Yukako Shu huai"

Dust-free at night. The moon is as silver as silver.

When pouring wine, it must be ten points full.

Fame and fortune, vain and laborious.

Sigh in the colt, fire in the stone, dream body.

Although holding the article, open the mouth who kisses.

And tao tao, happy innocence.

When will I go home and be an idler.

To a piano, a pot of wine, a stream of clouds.

"To the Wine Shop"

Li He

Zero perched late a cup of wine, the host to serve the guest longevity.

The main father's journey to the west was sleepy, and the family broke the willow in front of the door.

I heard that Ma Zhou used to be a new Fengke, and the heavens and the earth were old and unrecognized.

The empty general wrote two lines on the note, directly offending Long Yan please grace.

I have ecstasy can't summon, the rooster is white.

The teenager's heart should take the cloud, who read the cold sitting uh-huh.

No wine, no poetry, the 50 most classic drinking poems in history

《Mt. Togenbu on September 9》

Lu Zhaolin

On September 9, I looked at the mountains and rivers and returned to my heart to look at the wind and smoke.

He drank golden flower wine together in other places, and thousands of miles shared the same sorrow and goose sky.

"Mocking The King Liyang Refuses to Drink"

The ground is white and the wind is cold, and the snowflakes are as big as hands.

Laugh and kill Tao Yuanming, do not drink the wine in the cup.

Wave stroke a piano, plant five willows.

Empty negative headscarf, I have no.

"Nine Days farewell"

Wang Zhizhuo

Thistle court is sparsely populated, where to ascend and return.

Today, with Fangju wine, the Ming Dynasty should be broken.

No wine, no poetry, the 50 most classic drinking poems in history

"He ShengChao • Farewell"

Ye Qingchen

Full of green and green to stay with the king. Mo hurried home.

Three points of spring color, two points of sorrow, and one point of wind and rain.

The flowers bloom and come a little.

And sing and sue.

I don't know where I will meet again when I am a peony in the next year.

Nine Days

Du fu

Chongyang drank wine alone in the cup and took the illness up to the stage.

Bamboo leaves are not divided into people, and chrysanthemums do not have to bloom from now on.

The special sunset Xuan Ape wept, and the white geese came before the frost of the old country.

Where is the depression of the younger sisters, and the two sides of the decline and fall of the two sides are urged!

"Sending Deputy Envoy Li to the Moraine West Officers' Army"

Cen Ginseng

The volcano should be hotter in June, and the Akajeong Road Entrance is deserted.

Knowing that the emperor is accustomed to Qi Liancheng, how can he be sad to see the wheel of the moon.

Take off the saddle and temporarily enter the restaurant, send Jun Wanli Xi to attack Hu.

The name of merit is only taken immediately, it is really a hero and a husband.

No wine, no poetry, the 50 most classic drinking poems in history

"Partridge Heaven • Seat in the Meishan Hermit Shi Yingzhi and Qianyun Impromptu Answer"

Huang Ju branches are born Xiao Han. Life should not put the wine glass dry.

The wind blows rain obliquely in front of the whistle, and the drunken flowers are upside down with crowns.

Be healthy and eat more.

Dance skirts and songboards are full of joy.

Yellow flowers and white hair are tied together, and people look at them coldly.

"Cai Sangzi • Runzhou Duojinglou Meets Sun Juyuan"

Amorous and polyamorous is still sick, multi-view building.

Meet with wine.

Happy to look back and smile empty.

Stop the cup and listen to the lute, twisting and twisting gently.

Drunken face spring melts.

Obliquely illuminating the river sky a touch of red.

"Like a Dream • Last Night's Rain and Wind"

Last night the rain was sparse and the wind was strong, and the heavy sleep did not consume the wine.

Try to ask the curtain people, but the begonias are still the same.

Know it or not, know it or not? It should be green fat red thin.

No wine, no poetry, the 50 most classic drinking poems in history

"Sending Yuan Er Envoy Anxi"

Wang wei

Weicheng is light and dusty towards the rain, and the guest house is green and willow-colored.

Persuade the jun to drink a glass of wine, and go out of the west to yang guan without a reason.

"Butterfly Love Flower • Leaning on the Dangerous Building Wind"

Liu yong

Leaning on the dangerous building, the wind is thin, looking at the extreme spring sorrow, and the sky is dark.

In the grass-colored smoke remnants, there is no word who will rely on the will.

It is proposed to get drunk on the crazy figure, sing to the wine, and the strong music is still tasteless.

The belt gradually widened and finally did not regret it, and was haggard for the people of Ishwa.

"Su Mu Sha"

Blue clouds, yellow leaves.

Autumn colors are continuous, and the waves are cold and smokey.

The mountains reflect the water on the sunny day.

The herbs are merciless, and more outside the oblique sun.

Dark soul, reminiscent of the journey.

Night and night unless, good dreams leave people to sleep.

Mingyue Building rests alone.

The wine enters the intestines and turns into tears of acacia.

No wine, no poetry, the 50 most classic drinking poems in history

"Reward Lotte Yangzhou First Meeting at the Table"

Liu Yuxi

Bashan Chushui was desolate and abandoned for twenty-three years.

Nostalgic empty chanting flute fu, to the countryside to turn like rotten Ke people.

Thousands of sails passed on the side of the sinking boat, and the sick tree was in front of wanmu spring.

Listen to a song today, and temporarily rely on the spirit of a cup of wine.

"Parasitic Grass • Drinking"

White Plain

What is the obstacle behind the long drunkenness,

When you don't wake up, you think about it.

Bad pickle two gong names,

Rise and fall of the ages,

Qu buried rainbow neon zhi.

When it is not up to time, everyone laughs at Qu Yuanfei,

But Zhiyin said that Tao Qian was.

"Dotted Lips • Crescent Moon Juanjuan"

Algae

Crescent Moon Juanjuan, Night Cold River Jingshan Battle.

Get up and scratch your head, Mei Ying crossed the window thin.

A good frost day, idle but pass the cup hand. Do you know?

After the crow crows, the rejuvenation is thicker than the wine.

No wine, no poetry, the 50 most classic drinking poems in history

"Phoenix, Red Crispy Hand"

Lu

Red crispy hands, yellow wine, full of spring color palace wall willows.

The east wind is evil, and the joy is thin.

A few years of sorrow.

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

Spring is as old as ever, people are empty and thin, and the tear marks are red and silky.

Peach blossom fall, idle pond pavilion.

Although the mountain alliance is there, the Jinshu is difficult to trust.

Mo, Mo, Mo!

"Huan Xi Sha • Who Reads the West Wind Alone Cool"

Whoever reads the west wind cool alone,

Xiao Xiao yellow leaf closed window,

Contemplate the past and stand in the sun.

Shocked by the wine Mo Spring sleep heavy,

Gambling books are pouring tea,

At that time, only the Tao was commonplace.

"Spring Drunken Speech"

If the world is like a big dream, is it a waste of time?

So I was drunk all day and lay down in the front.

In front of the court, a bird and a flower sing.

When is this? Spring Breeze Warbler.

Sighing with emotion, he leaned towards the wine.

Hao Ge waited for the bright moon, and the song was already forgotten.

No wine, no poetry, the 50 most classic drinking poems in history

"Lang Taosha • Nine Days from Wujian Mountain to Find Wine"

Wu Wenying

The mountain is far away and the eyebrows are long. Desolate from above.

Chrysanthemum thin Du Qiu Niang.

Wash the green cup to expose the well, chat about the fragrance.

Black hat pressed Wu Frost. The wind is wild.

A year of festive seasons through the West Wing.

The autumn geese are a little sad, all in the oblique sun.

"Folding Gui Ling • Mid-Autumn Festival"

Zhang Yanghao

Who grinds a round of flying mirrors?

Illuminate the dry land, print through the mountains and rivers.

Jade dew, wash autumn sky silver Han no wave,

More light than usual night, no obstacle to the shadow of the gui.

Lao Tzu sang, for the sake of asking Chang'e,

How about a good night and not getting drunk?

"Water Tune Song Head • And Ma Shudu Tour Moon Wave Building"

Xin abandons the disease

The guest has not been seen for a long time, and the good times are for the king to stay.

The West Wing is intent on the reward, why ask for more chips.

Evoke a bright moon,

I was filled with ice and snow, and the mighty rivers flowed.

The whale did not swallow the sea, and the sword qi was already in autumn.

Wild light floats. Tianyu is very different, and the things are gorgeous.

Zhongzhou was resentful, and I didn't know how many people were worried tonight.

Whoever reads the hero lao yi, does not pay tribute to the name of The Sage,

Decision-making is still leisurely.

This matter costs to say, come to the day and hold your head.

No wine, no poetry, the 50 most classic drinking poems in history

"Partridge Sky • Only Close to the Floating Name Is Not Close to Love"

Meta good question

Only close to the floating name is not close to affection. And see what it takes to drink.

Three cups gradually felt far away, and a bucket was poured into a flat block.

Wake up drunk, drunk and awake.

The spirits are gaunt and pitiful.

"Leaving the Riot" is tasteless to read, a good poet Ruan Infantry!

"Yu Meiren • Shumei Moon Song Golden Wisp"

Yan a few

Thin plum moon under the song of golden wisps. Recall the Commonwealth of The Language.

Who is more shallow like a spring breeze.

Overnight full of new green, for the residual red.

Apple has lotus letters. The two oars are approaching.

The lotus season is bound to come.

After getting drunk, he was full of flowers and shadows, and qianren supported.

"Magpie Ta Zhi • Who Is Idle throwing for a long time"

Feng Yanwei

Who's going to throw around for a long time?

Every spring comes, the sorrow is still there.

Before the daily flowers, he was often sick with wine, and dared to resign in the mirror.

Riverside Qingwu Causeway on the willow,

In order to ask the new sorrow, what is the matter every year?

The independent bridge is full of sleeves, and the Hirabayashi Crescent people return.

No wine, no poetry, the 50 most classic drinking poems in history

Partridge Heaven Andi

Zhu Dunru

I am Qingdu Shanshuilang, the Heavenly Sect's payment and neglect.

He was once approved to give rain and wind coupons, and he was tired of leaving clouds to borrow the moon seal.

Thousands of poems, thousands of wines.

How many people have looked at the prince?

Yulou Jin Que returned home, and planted plum blossoms to drunk Luoyang.

"Picking mulberries • Time only relieves people to get old"

Time only relieves people to get old, do not believe in sentimentality,

Long hate away from the pavilion, teardrops spring shirt wine easy to wake up.

Sycamore last night the west wind was sharp, the moon was bright,

Good dreams are frequent, where are the high-rise geese sounding?

Many times, people who are not drunk are drunk;

We love wine, we love its taste, and we love the spiritual comfort it brings us.

Why not take advantage of the present, the years are just right, the sky is still early, invite three or five friends, taste the taste of wine together, how?

I have a pot of wine, enough to soothe the wind and dust, pour into the river and the sea, and give the people of the world!